#Sweet sarcastic Crosshair is my favorite

[stellarbit]

Hiiii! I love your writing so much! Can you please do one with crosshair and his adorable general who’s super sweet but is super shy and easily frightened. Because of this crosshair is SUPER protective of her and every time someone teases him about it he completely denies his feelings for her. And of course, his general is totally oblivious to this.

Though I am slow at requests, I so appreciate what y'all send me. I hope you enjoy <3

Word Count: 1.9k Pairing: fem!reader x Crosshair No Warnings Summary: A little drabble of Crosshair basically being a grumpy shadow for ya in the best way.

Crosshair stuck the butt of his rifle in your path. "Not a chance," he stated flatly.

You were deep into a recon mission for the legion you both were aiding. As the Jedi General assigned to Clone Force 99, your task was to locate and rendezvous with the commanding General. The journey required traversing two kliks over a rugged ridge, and having Crosshair, with his keen sniper's eye, was indispensable. Just as you were gearing up to leap down to a lower vantage point, he intervened.

Gently pushing his rifle aside with two fingers, you questioned, "Why not?"

His gaze followed the trajectory of your intended jump. "Doesn't seem like your kind of jump," he remarked coolly. He’d gotten a glimpse of your fear of heights a few missions ago and had yet to let you live it down.

“I can handle it.” You challenged him.

“Sure you can.” Crosshair replied. He readjusted his rifle and pivoted away, signaling for you to follow without awaiting a reply. "Let's move."

Catching up, you prodded him, "Who's in command here, exactly?" Your tone was light, playful even. It was this easy going demeanor that had landed you with Clone Force 99; your leadership style didn't clash with the team's dynamic, as you knew when to lead and when to listen.

Crosshair snorted, but continued on in silence. He’d welcomed your being assigned to his squad. Despite not being fond of over the top accolades, he couldn’t deny he enjoyed the recognition. Even without the Force, he found you impressive. You were skilled and selfless, sometimes to your own detriment. 

Despite your clear nervousness, you never allowed fear to dominate. The entire squad had noticed your jumpiness, a stark contrast to your fearless command. Crosshair, with his sniper eyes, noted the small tells: the slight purse of your lips before diving into water, the held breath as you squeezed through narrow gaps. Your reaction to the sudden boom of cannons or the sharp crack of thunder was almost instinctual, a flinch that you could barely control.

Yet, for all your sensitivities, you never let them hinder the mission. You pressed on without complaint, earning not just Crosshair’s respect but his silent guardianship. He watched over you, often from a distance, ensuring that nothing would compromise your focus or safety.

That protectiveness went into high gear when you’d nearly slipped down a steep cliff. You’d caught yourself well enough and in doing so you clung to Crosshair immediately beside you. Even through his armor he could feel your trembling. It was only for a moment, you released him quickly enough, but Crosshair picked up on it all the same.

Once you scouted the ridge, you commed the commanding General and headed for the rendezvous spot. 

“He said he and his captain will meet us back at camp,” you relayed, checking the coordinates on your comm device before glancing at Crosshair. “We should make it back before they do.”

“Is that a challenge?” Crosshair asked, a scoff at the end.

You hummed playfully, “I didn’t realize that would be a challenge for you.”

Crosshair held his rifle close, positioning himself to sprint. “Don’t expect me to catch you if you trip.”

The suggestion sent a jolt through you—was it the fear or the thought of his arms catching you? There wasn’t time to ponder as Crosshair surged ahead. Show off, you mused silently, though the view of him leading the way was something you never complained about.

Before returning to camp, you had to make it down a steep incline - about 50 feet. Crosshair slid down the incline, as nimble as ever. At the bottom, he secured his rifle across his pack and shifted his weight onto one foot, signaling you to follow.

“Don’t worry,” He said, his teasing bordered on mocking. “When you fall, I’ll catch you.” Even with his helmet concealing his features, the slight tilt of his head suggested a smirk.

Without pausing to gauge the distance, you summoned the Force behind your movement and launched yourself down the incline. It was a controlled, forceful descent aimed directly at the sniper. His helmet jerked back slightly, caught off-guard by your bold maneuver, as he braced to intercept you. 

You could have eased the landing, but the opportunity to test Crosshair's assurance was far too tempting. True to his word, he caught you adeptly, his movements syncing perfectly with your descent. He pivoted, his arm securing around your legs while his other hand steadied at the small of your back, guiding you safely against him. Your waist nestled just below his chest, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders as you looked down at him with a smile.

A subtle motion caught your attention—the soft brush of his thumb across your back, almost imperceptible.

“Nice catch.” You whispered down to him. 

Crosshair’s helmet, angled up towards you, tilted subtly to the side—a silent question or perhaps contemplation. He made no move to lower you to the ground, his arms creating a gentle but firm cradle. You remained as motionless as possible, acutely aware of every point of contact. The warmth from where your bodies touched seemed to radiate, intensifying the sensations.

Under the fading light of dusk, shadows played across your faces, cloaking the flush that had started to climb up your neck. You hoped the dimness concealed your reaction, though part of you wondered if Crosshair, with his keen senses, could detect the change in your pulse or the slight tremor in your breath.

With a slight shift, Crosshair broke the silence in a dry tone, “Should we include you jumping into my arms in the debrief or was the little show just for me?” Even hidden behind his helmet, the slight tilt of his head suggested a smirk.

A flush of embarrassment warmed your cheeks as another thumb brushed the small of your back, the slow, deliberate motion sending a shiver through you. You arched involuntarily at the touch, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. Squirming slightly under his gaze, you managed to wiggle free from his loose embrace and found your footing on solid ground. Your hands lingered on his chest briefly, feeling his arms still encircling you.

Before he felt your hands trembling, you gave him a light pat on the chest. “Best keep it between us - wouldn’t want to have to explain your slow reflexes.” You were impressed by the steadiness in your voice.

Crosshair stepped back, feigning offense. “Slow reflexes? You launched yourself at me.” It wasn’t an accusatory statement, more of a reminder.

Backing away in the direction of camp, you wagged a finger between the two of you. “Between us it is.” At the rate you walked away you were practically fleeing the scene.

You ended up making it back before the other general. Crosshair joined his brother’s at the landing strip of the Marauder while you checked in with the Commander on duty.

As Crosshair approached he pulled his helmet off and slipped a toothpick between his lips. 

Hunter leaned against the wing of the shuttle and said, “Took you long enough.” The comment earned a sharp glance from Crosshair, his expression tightening just enough to convey his annoyance. Hunter had watched his brother pick at you and knew him enough to know Crosshair was fussing over you in his own way.

Tech's voice preceded him from the ship. “Right on time. The other general is arriving momentarily as well.” Descending the stairs, Tech barely lifted his eyes from his datapad. “We should be departing shortly.”

True to Tech's prediction, the Jedi General in command and his Clone Captain emerged through the underbrush soon after. While you engaged in a discussion with the General, the Clone Captain approached the rest of the Batch. 

He tilted his helmet respectfully. “Thanks for the support, troopers. They weren’t kidding when they said you were effective.”

Wrecker snorted, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah, someone's gotta be good at their job around here.”

The Captain did a double take at the large clone, but only shook his helmet in response. Resting a hand on his hip, he glanced towards where his Jedi General was standing. With a chuckle, he mused aloud, “I wouldn’t mind being under her command.”

Tech audibly groaned, while Crosshair’s head snapped towards the Captain, his body language tense. “And why is that?” His voice was sharp, a clear edge underlying the question.

Hunter inhaled deeply, sensing the brewing storm. Wrecker, meanwhile, stood by grinning, evidently enjoying the unfolding drama.

Nonchalantly, the Captain gestured towards you, unaware of the undercurrents swirling around him. “Who wouldn’t want to get to look at her all the time?”

Crosshair’s helmet muffled his simmering as he pulled it over his head. Turning to face him directly, Crosshair tilted his head towards the Captain. “You’ll have to say that again.”

The Captain, caught off guard by the sniper’s intensity, scoffed dismissively, “Is that right?”

In a taunting, egging-on voice Crosshair said, “Either you say it to her.” Crosshair pointed to you then stepped closer, invading the Captain’s personal space, his posture menacing. “Or you say it to me.”

A dismissive chuckle came from the Captain and he said, “Fine.”

Meanwhile, you wrapped up with the General. “Anytime Master, we’re happy to have helped.” You were about to shake their hand when you noticed a commotion at the edge of your vision.

The next moment Crosshair rammed his helmet into the Captain’s with enough force to send the man on his ass. 

“Time to go,” you sighed, rushing towards the unfolding scene. A few regs were gathering by the time you made it through. 

Crosshair was poised to advance on the fallen Captain when you intervened. Slipping in front of him, you wrapped your arms around his armored torso, your presence an immediate barrier. His rage simmered down to a trembling restraint under your hold.

“Cross,” you said with a firm tone, but softened immediately when he pushed against you again. “Hey, hey, hey. Who’s jumping into whose arms now, huh?” Crosshair held the pressure a moment longer, his breath heavy against you, then growled softly and stepped back.

Realizing your hands were still at his sides, you snatched your hands back as if he was too hot to touch.

“Wise choice,” Crosshair sneered over your shoulder at the Captain, who was clumsily regaining his footing. His hand found its way to your waist, and with a hiss that betrayed a blend of annoyance and protective instinct, he murmured, “After you, General,” guiding you towards the Marauder’s ramp with an unexpected gentleness.

As you passed Hunter, his smirk broad and clearly entertained, Crosshair snapped, “Stow it.”

Your head swiveled between them, confusion knitting your brows. Once on the ship, you halted and pushed back against Crosshair’s guiding hand, spinning around to face him while trying to ignore how his touch lingered. “You just had to fight, didn’t you?” Despite your attempt at authority, your voice cracked, revealing your weak resolution.

Crosshair looked down, a soft chuckle escaping him. He gently turned you back around by the waist and nudged you deeper into the ship. “Your fault,” he crooned, his voice low and teasing.

Your heart skipped despite your frustration. You craned your neck to look up at him, demanding an explanation, “Tell me how.”

“I don’t think I will,” he replied, the hint of a smile still in his voice, leaving the words hanging between you like a challenge.

[captainpains]

Forget Me Not (Crosshair x Reader)

I've never written for Crosshair, when I got this square on the @clonexreaderbingo card, it took the opoortunity to try something new. I hope you enjoy ❤️

Prompt: Crosshair

Warnings: gn reader, Medical emergencies, Angst, hurt-comfort (i think), bittersweet ending, bad writting (I can't write sadness).

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It felt like it was yesterday when you met him.

You were working on Kamino, a medical doctor hired to help the incredibly injured.

A tall and sarcastic man with a toothpick hanging from his mouth. He was not happy about being sent to the medbay. He was grumpy. But he had a sort of smirk on his face while you were treating him. You brushed him off; the soldiers tended to flirt a lot.

It was a couple of days later when he showed up again. This time carrying another man of roughly the same size, a gaping wound in the man’s side.

After rushing and helping the injured man, the man with a toothpick introduced himself as Crosshair. 

Since then, whenever his squad was planetside, he would visit you.

The two of you never talked much, but he had a relaxing presence about him. When you did talk, it was about your interests or jobs. You learned about his brothers and his favorite flavor of ration bar. From the outside, it was a strange friendship. But to the two of you, it was precious moments, moments untouched by the chaos of the war.

Neither of you noticed when your meetings became more frequent. When you started to spend your meals together. You would eat in silence. But it was quality time together.

Soon you were cracking jokes and exchanging stories.

It was a progression that no one would have seen coming. The stand offish sniper making friends with a shy medic. 

Who would've guessed. 

You started to feel overly giddy when you saw him. Your chest would flutter when he looked at you, and you felt hot when he would give you one of his smirky smiles. You had feelings for him.

Crosshair started to have feelings for you too. He smiled when you laughed. He got embarrassed when you caught him staring. He got more grumpy when his brother teased him about it, but all was better when he saw you across the dining hall. 

“I brought you something…”

“Really?” You looked up at him shocked. 

Crosshair nodded. You noticed his hands were hidden behind his back. Then he revealed what it was.

A small wood carving. It was cut in the shape of his sniper rifle.

You gasped at the gift. You took it into your hand, holding it as if it was a precious jem. It was so kind of him to make you something.

“To remember me.” He said. You smiled at him.

No one would have expected Crosshair to be so sweet to you either. Holding you like you were the most precious thing. He kissed you so gently. It was just perfect, in its own way.

But, all good things must come to an end.

When the war ended, Crosshair came back to Kamino… different. Not a good difference. 

You were hurt when he acted as if you didn't exist. It was like he wasn't himself. 

It hurt you. For him to cast you aside. It felt like you meant nothing to him. 

“What is wrong?” You asked. “Why are you saying this?”

“You are a distraction. You are hindering my ability to do my duty.” Crosshair firmly replied.

“So was all that nothing to you. Do I mean nothing to you now?”

“Nothing is more important than my duty to the Empire.”

You turned away from him, tears in your eyes and hurt in your heart. It was a harsh way to end things. Fitting for someone heartless, not fitting for your sniper, On the outside he was harsh, isolated from others caused him to lack social graces, but he wasn’t a bad person. He wasn’t the type of person to end things like this.

Shortly after you left Kamino. Heartbroken from Crosshair's words.

It still hurts years later. 

But no matter how bad it hurt, you couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of the carving you gave him. It was too hard. It reminded you of all the good times you had. And it was a reminder of the Crosshair that you loved.

It would be years later when you saw him again.

Crosshair was brought to you by his squad, injured and fading. In his barely conscious state, he saw you and smiled. The same smile you fell in love with years ago.

It was a stressful few days as you fought to keep him stable.

After three stressful days, he was finally getting better. When he awoke, his squad was relieved. Hunter particularly was so happy that his brother’s health was improving. Wrecker almost crushed him in a hug, tears streaming down his face in relief. Tech and Echo showed their love in their own way. And Omega, the news edition to the squad, was overjoyed and hugged her brother. Crosshair tenderly hugged her back.

It was after his siblings left for the night that he finally spoke to you.

“I’m sorry…” He said, voice horse. “I’m sorry for how things ended.”

You looked over at him. He was staring directly at you, guilt overcoming his features. He had hated himself for so long. Once he started to change, he started to regret the words he had said to you. If he could go back, he would’ve said anything else.

“I’m sorry for everything…”

You gave a small sigh. It was nice to hear the apology, even years later. But it could not mend the past. It wouldn’t fix everything. But it gave you hope.

Hope that you could build something new.

You silently moved to stand next to him, taking his hand in yours. You gave a tiny smile. He gave a sad smile back, it wasn’t like the way he used to smile. You gently pressed the wood carving into his hand. He took it then brought it to his other hand, thumb rubbing it carefully.

“I accept your apology.” You replied. “I hope we can start over.”

“I’d like that…”

[moonstrider9904]

Moonlight - a Crosshair x Original Female Character love story (COMPLETED)

Series rating: Explicit and Mature. 18+ Minors not allowed

Series summary: Not even Clair, with her promising quiet life as the owner of a small restaurant on Naboo, could escape the war after her restaurant is destroyed in a strange, terrorist-like event. Left with nothing, she is taken in by a squad of four clone troopers who are all very protective of her, particularly the team's sarcastic, arrogant sniper, who battles to maintain his tough exterior as sweet Clair slowly crawls her way into him.

Story tags: multipart, alternate universe / canon divergent, happy endings for everyone, a crapload of cottagecore because I'm a sucker for it, slow burn romance, some jealousy, canon-typical violence, lots of smutty smut (read AO3 tags for more detail), language and swearing

Author's note: I couldn't open a new blog without bringing back my favorite story of all time. Things have happened and yet Moonlight remains my treasure, my magnum opus, and I want to continue sharing it with the world because no amount of toxic people will change the fact that I love to create wonderful things. Please enjoy this story, it's got my whole heart and soul infused in it <3

Read Full Story on Ao3!

Read full story on Wattpad!

>> Flowing Rivers (one-shot)

>>Sing Me Like a Folk Song (one-shot)

>> Gravitation (sequel series)

Chapter 1: Vertigo

Chapter 2: Traits

Chapter 3: Moonlight**

Chapter 4: Caretaker

Chapter 5: Pristine

Chapter 6: Everything

Chapter 7: Teachings

Chapter 8: Intimacy**

Chapter 9: Half Moon Glow**

Chapter 10: Rapture

Chapter 11: The Garden**

Chapter 12: The Trial

Chapter 13: Moon Pie**

Chapter 14: Moonsong**

Chapter 15: Any Better Than This

** = Contains smut

[whoree321]

the bad batch + what romance/rom com movies they watch with you

each of the bad batch x gn!reader

ok first and foremost i really truly believe to the pits of my soul that every single one of these fuckos loves romances and you cannot under any circumstances change my mind

ALSO it’s a gender neutral reader except kinda in echo’s theres like a very brief quote regarding breasts but like i still think even that is pretty gender neutral tbh

so anyway

Hunter: Pretty Woman

this is not the first time that i have publicly declared that i think hunter has a deep rooted connection to the movie pretty woman and it will not be the last

first of all this movie is incredibly soothing to hunters overwhelming savior complex

second of all hunter is literally richard gere (debonaire but emotionally distant gentleman that learns to love) and julia roberts (hooker with a heart of gold) at the same time

he was a little skeptical the first time you put it on but he instantly fell in love with it

the humor, the sensuality, the class divide, the glamour, the unconventional cinderella story of it all. it just really butters his bread

after the first time, when you suggest watching a movie and you pick this one he’ll act very aloof about it (“whatever you want cyar’ika, it doesn’t matter to me”) but secretly he’s really really happy bc it’s one of his favorites (you def know this and def pick it more often)

he absolutely hates the scene when stucky the lawyer hits vivian. like it doesn’t matter how many times he watches it he will fully turn his head away from the screen and say “I don’t like this part” and when it’s over he nuzzles a little closer into you and very tenderly kisses your forehead

he loves the soundtrack too. like he fully exposes how much he likes the movie when you catch him singing or humming “pretty woman” or “it must have been love” absently to himself (you kept it to yourself for a while but eventually you just had to tease him about it. he just smiled a little sheepishly and admitted he liked the songs before promptly changing the subject)

hunter also lowkey definitely wants to recreate the ending where richard gere shows up to her apartment in the white limo with you bc he thinks it’s such a sweet gesture and he wants to treat you like royalty

Crosshair: 10 Things I Hate About You

if there’s one thing about crosshair it’s that he’s a sucker for the enemies to lovers genre

maybe its just him projecting (spoiler alert it most certainly is) but he really enjoys watching the drama conflama of a miserable bastard be tricked into love

and really that’s the true essence of 10 Things I Hate About You

he will grumble and bitch and moan about not wanting to watch a ‘chick flick’ when you put it on, but 15 minutes in and he’s hooked

he has strong negative opinions on literally every single character except for kat and patrick

(crosshair really really wants to think he’s patrick but when it comes down to it he is katarina stratford in every single possible way)

he doesn’t say a word throughout the entire movie but you can tell when he’s annoyed at like bianca or cameron or joey bc he will openly scoff at them

will absolutely hum along in your ear during the “can’t take my eyes off you” scene and make out with you during the paintball scene

(seriously he wants to be patrick verona so bad)

when it’s over and you ask him what he thought he’ll roll his eyes and say “i guess it could have been worse” but his little smirk let’s you know he enjoyed it a lot more than he’s willing to admit

Tech: 50 Shades of Grey

ok hear me out on this one

tech is a huge movie talker. like subtitles are a non-negotiable if you wanna be able to take in any of the movies dialogue bc tech is most likely gonna make commentary over it the whole time

this makes him absolutely indescribably so much fun to watch bad/corny movies with

he will go off about EVERYTHING. the plot, the dialogue, the acting, the costuming, the music, the production quality. nothing and no one is safe. whether you just enjoy letting him talk at you or you join in on the roast, cheesy movies are a hoot between you two

and honey. 50 shades is one of THE cheesiest movies ever

you and tech will literally spend the entire duration of the movie tearing it to shreds

and the thing is tech is a very sarcastic, funny guy when he wants to be (and when it comes to you he definitely wants to be) so by the end of it he will have you in absolute stitches from laughing at the ridiculousness of both the movie and him

with any of the other batchers watching a movie like this either turns into a shy, slightly awkward experience (wrecker, echo) or an incorrigibly horny experience (crosshair, hunter)

but in this context tech literally has no shame or squeamishness about sexual things (why should he it’s a natural biological process?) so to yall the sex stuff is just another thing to roast

literally christian grey could be fully tying dakota johnson down and flogging her and tech will be like “in the last 3 minutes they have panned up to her nipples 4 times. this is criminally shoddy cinematography”

even tho he’s busy giving a detailed play by play critique, he never fails to keep some sort of physical contact with you (wrapping an arm around you and running his hand up and down your skin, playing with your fingers or your hair) so you know he’s enjoying spending this time with you despite his nasty words about the movie

also 1000% after you watch it tech will do extensive research on the ins and outs of bdsm and will have lots of hypotheses he wants to test out (as long as you’re willing and able ofc) ;)))

Wrecker: 13 Going On 30

of all the bad batch members, wrecker is the only one who unabashedly loves any movie that could be considered a chick flick

like he doesn’t even try to hide it or act like he’s too masculine for it. he loves romance and he’s proud of it

this man will have full marathons with you. rom coms, regular roms, tragic roms, hallmark roms, you name it and he’s game

his absolute favorite tho is 13 Going On 30

i feel like he has a huge soft spot for childhood best friends to lovers stories like he finds that type of lifelong partnership so endearing (and he loves to live vicariously through jenna since that type of romance was obviously never an option for him)

wrecker is also very childlike at heart and i think the idea of a 13 year old sweetheart trapped inside the body of a 30 year old cut throat magazine exec is so amusing to him (and maybe makes him feel just a little bit represented in the media)

he is definitely the type to completely engulf you in a cuddle for the entirety of the movie and he DEFINITELY cries into your shoulder at matty’s wedding when jenna is crying on the stoop with her dream house

he wants to try razzles so bad. like so bad. i think if he ever came across them somewhere he would barter at least one of his brothers for them

wrecker really just loves love and watching movies about it just reminds him of how lucky he is to have his own love story with you <3

Echo: The Princess Bride

i feel like it’s glaringly obvious why echo loves this movie

pirates. sword fighting. decades long revenge plots. the value of an honorable, loyal man. true love that never wavers even in the face of devastating tragedy and the darkest of hardships. clever but goofy humor.

echo considers this an action/adventure movie and NOT a romance movie (even tho it 100% totally is a romance movie) and requests to watch it very frequently

he can quote the whole thing. i’m seriously telling you echo loves the princess bride with his whole chest

even tho he refuses to admit it’s a love story above all else, he really does try to model himself in your relationship after wesley

like especially given what happened at the citadel and all the time you thought he was dead, the cinematic parellels are alive and present in y’alls relationship and he strives to be even half the man to you that wesley is to buttercup

literally in your day to day life he will sometimes respond to your requests with a smooth “as you wish ;)” (it doesn’t matter how many times he does it it still gives you butterflies)

when you watch the movie, he snuggles as close to you as possible and does his best to make youre comfy the whole time (he’s insecure about his prosthetics hurting you no matter how much you reassure him they don’t)

he just loves to be able to feel your heartbeat and your laugh when you giggle at the funny bits

every single time without fail at the part when buttercup is about to stab herself he leans down, ghosts his lips against the shell of your ear, and whispers the line in time with wesley: “there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours”

every single time without fail you wind up making out until he pulls away and tells you to watch the next part when wesley challenges humperdinck to a duel to the pain

echo just loves you to bits and wants you to know he’d endure a thousand fire swamps for you

Omega: Clueless

i have this really specific obsession with omega being a total girly girl and having very traditionally feminine interests as she keeps experiencing the universe and being exposed to a spectrum of gender expression beyond clone (masc and boring) and kaminoan (ugly)

so with that headcanon of her in mind, it’s vital to me that she sees clueless as soon as possible

clueless is an essential piece of media for a girl entering adolescence and i will die on this hill

it has literally everything you want and everything you need to develop into a well-rounded young woman

it’s so deliciously 90s and glamorama and valley girl humor and camp. its got meaningful female friendships and valuable life lessons and paul mf rudd

if there’s one thing you should encourage a burgeoning hetero teen girl to do, it’s to stick to dating guys like paul rudd in clueless. the earlier this message can be broadcast the better

the second you’re able to steal omega away from hunters watchful eyes (“hunter we’re just gonna watch finding nemo i swear!”) you show her this movie

at this point omega is not really a girly girl, but omega also has absolutely zero feminine influence in her life

the first time she sees clueless she is absolutely obsessed. like seriously she is so enamoured with the glitz and glam of cher horowitz

she asks you questions the entire time. she wants to know about EVERYTHING. the makeup, the clothes, the hair, the slang

(she definitely goes around saying stuff like “i’m totally bugging” for long enough afterwards that almost all of the boys have slipped up at least once with some ridiculous valley girl slang. you thought you were gonna die of laughter when you overheard tech say “as if!” to wrecker in the middle of an argument)

it just really introduces her to this whole world of femininity that she didn’t even know existed and she absolutely loves it

she makes you watch clueless with her seriously once a week at minimum. she begs you to style her hair like tai’s and you can’t help yourself when you happen to run across a little yellow plaid dress and buy it for her on sight

(hunter was gonna scold you for recklessly spending credits until he saw how omega almost cried from how happy she was for the gift)

honestly she enjoys the romance of it all and paul rudd is def her first celebrity crush but she enjoys more that you and her now have this special thing of hair and nails and pretty dresses

she loves how confident and beautiful and special you’re able to make her feel, and you love that you get to bring her that small sense of normalcy and happiness

[ionfusionpunk]

Hello 👋🏽 clone playlist anon here!

(olive branch accepted) Friends!

You are one of the nicest persons I’ve ever interacted with on the internet. Every time I send you an ask I check Tumblr constantly to see if you answered lol I always look forward to talking to you and seeing your responses! I wish you luck on your finals and that you get a chance to just chill out. Also which are your favorite Star Wars characters?

*whispers* Hi~ <3 You are. So awesome. Hello New Friend~ 😊

Ngl I’ve been checking my notifs constantly after I respond to one of your asks just to see if I’ll get a new from you haha. You’re absolutely one of the funnest people I’ve interacted with. You think I’m nice? Holy moly, my dude, you’re SUPER nice! Getting one of your asks is the highlight of my day ^^

Thank you! My finals are two tests and two papers, so I think I should be pretty okay grade-wise, but your support is appreciated. :)

Okay okay, now for the actual question, lol. Hm, this one is a little tough cos I’ve kinda cycled through a couple as I’ve gotten older and my opinions of them have changed - or I’ve learned about new people! A lot of what I know about characters - and solidly everything I know about any Legends character - comes from fanfic only. I haven’t gotten an opportunity to watch any playthroughs of the videogames, and I honestly have no desire to read the books, lol (I read about the comics all the time, so most of my knowledge is probably based on those, tbh). But. Here’s what I got 🙃

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Kenobae, lol, love of my life, and Ewan McGregor 💙)

Cody (Wifi Router Husband)

Fox (Sleepy!Angsty!Boi)

Plo Koon (Best Dad)

Alpha-17. Nuff said. 

Domino Twins (Echo and Fives, my beloveds, who deserved so much more, sarcastic and honorable and tragic and hnnn)

Rex (King)

Riyo Chuchi (Sweet Bean)

Crosshair (I think I have a type for sarcastic/cranky/sniper. Legit tho)

Jon Antilles (I want you to know I blame blackkat for this; they’ve written a solid half of all the Jon fics on ao3)

Leia (Dude. Just - Yes.)

Bail Organa (Ties for Best Dad)

Honestly, I love most of the characters. These are just the ones I’ve spent the most time ‘with’, I guess? The ones I read the most about/enjoy their appearances in both fiction and canon the most. 

How about you? Which are your favorite SW characters? Ooh! And do you have any of your favorite fics you’d like to recommend? I’m always looking for more 🙃 (even though I literally refuse to go through my bookmarks and opened tabs to read the ones I’ve hidden away, lolll)

[ageofwrathrpg]

Name: Aleksey ‘Aleks’ Zhu Age: 31 Ability: Technology Manipulation  Faction: CIVILIAN as a WEAPONS DEALER (POROSHOK) Faceclaim: Rinko Kikuchi Availability: OPEN

THE STORY || CW: Death, Weapons, Violence

Not everyone had parents as supportive and open-minded as Aleksey’s; perhaps that was just because zir mother understood prejudice and oppression. While of course ze was too young to remember the night zir Japanese birthparents were slaughtered by humans, Lena does. A Russian visiting Takayama, the Vila and powerful telepath protected Aleksey and disposed of the monsters that had destroyed zir family. When it was discovered this child had no other living relatives, Lena extended her stay in Japan for the sole purpose of adopting and raising young Aleksey.  Believing that this child deserved whatever life ze chose, Lena never pressured zir in any sort of way, didn’t force zir to wear a dress or cut zir hair, let zir choose the toys that interested zir, and was thrilled with every decision that this bright child made. Because of this, Aleksey grew up with a supreme sense of independence, but ze also believed that all of this ‘gender’ stuff was ridiculously unnecessary.  Ze didn’t like being told ze couldn’t do something because ze “had the wrong parts” — what the hell was that about?  Ze was just Aleksey!  No need for any of that other nonsense.

It started with little things — the TV flickering on and off at “inconvenient” times, kitchen appliances whirring and banging when ze was upset — but it didn’t take Lena long at all to realize what was happening.  She was raising a technopath and she couldn’t be more thrilled.  Lena called upon another technopath colleague to help Aleksey with zir abilities and in a matter of months, this hyper-intelligent thirteen-year-old was constructing robots and rockets in zir back yard, knowing the ins and outs of every machine, knowing their EXACT potential, and how every little wire and rod fit together just so.  Ze began to have an affinity for the “shiny” elements, enjoying artfully incorporating gemstones and rare minerals into zir designs.  Each new product was a masterpiece.  To create them wasn’t enough; ze also had to master their use.  When zir Vila and human friends alike experienced violence on the streets of Moscow, Aleksey became intent on giving them the means to properly defend themselves, and discovered a knack for creating weapons tailored to their specific lifestyles.  It came as no surprise to Lena or any of Aleksey’s friends that ze would pursue a career in engineering, where ze was one of the most brilliant students that the school had ever seen, receiving many accolades from even international institutions.

During an innocent weapons demonstration among colleagues, Lena happily volunteered to play the guinea pig when testing the artillery; unfortunately, sabotage of the weapon from an unknown saboteur resulted in an explosion.  A large piece of shrapnel severed Lena’s spine, condemning the woman who had been the beacon of Aleksey’s life to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.  Because of this, Aleksey learned that the best way to stay out of the crosshairs was to be the one holding the rifle.  Ze opened Poroshok, a weapons salon that quickly grew in notoriety due to zir top-quality product. Ze knew full well that if ze was the one supplying the weapons, then it was far less likely for zir or zir loved ones to become targets.

THE CHARACTER

If a peacock wore biker leathers and diamond-studded shades while strutting down the street like it was on the catwalk, then Aleks would shout “That’s my aesthetic!” Don’t let zir foul mouth fool you; Aleks is brilliant, sarcastic, opinionated, and flamboyant with an eye for detail.  Providing the best of the best quality weapons that are not only practical but also fashionable is zir passion.  That “pretty” dagger in the display case is perfectly weighted to deliver optimal damage; that Faberge egg is actually a grenade capable of leveling a warehouse.  Ze takes immense pride in zir work and will jump at any opportunity to show off zir most favorite pieces.  Aleks zirself may be a tiny person, but being formally trained in Aikido makes zir a tiny person who kicks ass.  Customers of zir salon know better than to try to swindle zir or attempt a five-finger discount lest they have a death wish.  Despite having friends and connections in all walks of life, Aleks refuses to choose a side in this war.  Because of zir neutral stance, Poroshok is considered the “Switzerland” of the gang war.

CONNECTIONS

Larisa Tsoy – Aleks has connections in all sorts of organizations, but ze never thought ze’d form such a strong connection with someone so fast!  What started as a professional business arrangement exchanging some “fun” gadgets for a state-of-the-art security system, quickly developed into an epic friendship after only a few hours geeking out over computers.  Sure, Rizzie isn’t the social butterfly that Aleks is, but that doesn’t matter to zir as ze is perfectly content to chat away online and through text messages.  Occasionally they’ll go out to a bar or club together (if it’s not too crowded, of course) just to drink and dance and have a good time.  There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that Aleks wouldn’t do for Rizzie.

Raisa Mikhailovna Nazarowicz – The first time Raisa walked into Poroshok, Aleks knew the exact shiny silver Korth that would fit her needs perfectly, a revolver that was one of zir own personal favorites.  After only a few minutes of conversation, ze quickly discovered that this was THE Raisa Nazarowicz!  The author of one of zir favorite books, Blue Prometheus!  Could one blame zir for gushing over how much ze loved her work, even the angry and angsty stuff!  Aleks was more than happy to teach Raisa how to fire her new revolver and a friendship blossomed from that moment on.

Alina Yurievna Koblenko – Hot Mamalina -- or just Mamalina -- is just the bee’s knees.  This swelteringly sexy mistress of the night completely charmed Aleksey when she first approached zir about arming the whores of Madame Moskva’s.  Alina is a woman who just radiates power and respect and Aleks adores her.  Ze enjoys making creative and discreet weapons for her employees and, because Hot Mamalina is the strong, independent woman that she is, Aleks likes to toss in a little something extra.  They hold a mutually beneficial and tenacious friendship.  When Alina and Aleks are together, they are a force to be reckoned with; after all, two of the most powerful things in war are sex and guns.

Kirill Samuilovich Wolff – Aleks knows a marksman when ze sees one, and despite this man’s cool (super cool) and stoic exterior, ze knows just how to get him excited and talking:  Weapons.  They speak the same language, no doubt, holding a mutual respect for weapons, and ze loves someone who legitimately recognizes excellent craftsmanship when it comes to zir work.  When Wolfman walks into Poroshok, Aleksey’s eyes light up because ze knows “this is gunna be good”.  If Kirill wasn’t already working for Shifr, Aleks would definitely snag him up as a guard for zir salon. In the meantime, ze frequently invites him to test zir latest work.

Erik 'Prizrak' Volkhovovich Nechayev – Now and then, someone will come into Poroshok as a representative for a manufacturer or materials company.  That’s what this asshole did, only he messed with the wrong weapons dealer when he tried to deal Aleks some counterfeit crap.  Ze could spot a fake immediately, and had no problems telling zir guards to escort him out.  If he ever tries a stunt like that again, ze will not hesitate to shove a bazooka in his face.

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ETC

Aleks carries a lighter with zir at all times which doubles as a cautery iron.  Not only is this a convenient tool to have on hand in a pinch, but it also comes in handy in a scrap.

Because weapons dealing makes some pretty sweet money, Aleks ensures that Lena lives well, having put her up in a luxury apartment complete with a resident nurse for round-the-clock care.  They have family dinners every Thursday night.

When visiting Poroshok, one will likely hear classical music playing softly in the background.  However, if visiting Aleksey’s workshop, one is prone to hear 90’s Hiphop and R&B playing on the stereo.  Though ze will say that the “booty-poppin’ tunes” are just fun to listen to, in reality it is because the rhythmic bass line keeps zir focused.

Ze has a pet cockatiel named Coolio whom ze adopted because he could whistle the opening to “Gangsta’s Paradise”.  It was love at first tweet.

Aleks enjoys creating nicknames for people; it generally means they have made a lasting impression on zir in some way.